The Bensons ate a hearty meal in celebration of Max's promotion, then washed their dishes and returned to bed, seeking to surpass the fervent joy of their Special. They both had to admit that the later climaxes didn't quite measure up to the bone-crushing splendor of that first grand culmination, though they also admitted that the effort had been delightful.

They fell asleep only after totally exhausting their bodies that night, and Max awoke early the next morning to find Jackie bent over his hips, teasing his prick to full-grown life with her lips.

"Hey, that's not for breakfast!" he muttered.

"I know," she said, sitting up and looking over at him. "But I happened to wake up, and there it was, all hard and beautiful. It even had a little dribble of come seeping out of the tip. I just couldn't help myself. I just had to get down and give it a good-morning kiss! Besides, you know how I love it when you let all the come and stuff dry on it overnight. I'm sure glad you didn't take a shower last night!"

"Who could think of showers after the way we fucked? Do you think maybe we could manage a quick one before breakfast? And I don't mean a shower."

"I was just on the point of suggesting it, myself," Jackie purred, kneeling over him and fitting his stuff prick into place. "You just lie there; I'll do it for both of us!"

And do it she did. Her ministrations to his prick had already fired her loins with lust, leaving only the application of cock to cunt to complete the sensual cycle. Her lascivious hips ground out a hot rhythm over him, forcing more and more of his prick into her tender trap, and in no time at all they clutched each other tightly, grunted and writhed together in a hearty orgasm.

"Nothing like a good screw to liven up the appetite!" Jackie groaned as she leaped off him and headed for the kitchen.

"Right! Just make me a double portion of everything," he called after her as he headed for the shower.